Позабыт, позаброшен
С молодых юных лет,
Я остался сиротою,
Счастья в жизни мне нет.
И один на чужбине
Уж давно я живу,
И родного уголочка
Я нигде не найду.
Вот нашел уголочек,
Да совсем не родной:
В исправдоме за решеткой,
За кирпичной стеной.
Вот умру, вот умру я,
Похоронят меня,
И никто не узнает,
Где могилка моя.
На мою на могилку
Уж никто не придет,
Только раннею весною
Соловей пропоет…
Ну и мой английский вариант:
I was alone and deserted since I was a little child
I was alone and deserted since I was a little child
Here I am, a poor orphan
I've not known happiness in my life
Ever since I remember in a foreign land I roam
Ever since I remember in a foreign land I roam
I've seen so many different places
But I got no place to call my own
I got me a shelter, but it ain't no place where I belong
I got me a shelter, but it ain't no place where I belong
There are bars on my window
And iron spikes on a tall brick wall
I know the day will come, that'll be the day that I die
Yeah, the day will soon come, the day that I die
And when they put me to the ground
None's gonna know where I lie
None's gonna come to my grave, nobody's gonna come around
None's gonna come to my grave, nobody's gonna come around
But when the spring time comes
A nightingale's song will be heard pretty loud
